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I stroked my dick to match her pace.

Motherfucker had game. God. Damn.

He pulled back suddenly, leaving her reaching for him as he stood.

“No,” he whispered, his voice shaky. “Not yet.”

Her brows furrowed, her lips parted.

“I want to see you pray for it first.”

He reached past me to the nightstand and came back with a polished crucifix. I’d seen him carry that damn thing with him on campus. It gleamed in the low light, all innocence and purity.

His voice came out low. Calm. Dangerous.

Even I looked at him twice.

“You said you’d give me everything.” He dragged the crucifix down her chest and over the swell of her breasts.

The edge of the cross pressed just above her slit. She shivered.

“I’ve worshipped God my whole life. Always kept a crucifix with me. This one in particular is special to me. It was mine, and she took it from me. I took it back. Then I killed her with it.”

I stared, not bothering to stroke my cock anymore as I watched him. Something big was about to transpire here, and I was pretty sure we were all going to hell.

SHADOW

Somewhere from the time Stitches and I got naked and the moment I was in now, I’d lost my damn mind. I felt feral and unleashed in a way I’d never felt before. Maybe it was because Stitches helped me. Encouraged me. Made me feel like I really could do this.

So far, it was working.

And I didn’t think I could go back now.

“I always worshipped a god who seemed to have forgotten about me,” I murmured, sliding the crucifix slowly along her slit. “Tonight I worship you.”

I slid the crucifix back up her pussy, watching her trembled beneath the cool material.

“You’re shaking,” I said softly. “Is it cold? Or is it the thought of me fucking your pussy with something so fucking sacred?”

I leaned forward so my lips were at her ear.

“You’re going to let me defile you, aren’t you? You’re going to let me shove this cross inside you and watch you clench around it like it’s your fucking salvation, huh, baby?”

I pulled the cross away, earning that soft whimper from her I loved so much.

“I want your moans to echo in heaven. I want the angels to hear what you sound like when you come for me, when you break on the very thing that was meant to keep you pure.”

I pressed it against her clit, earning a soft cry from her. Her hips rolled, lips parting in something between a moan and a prayer.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Be my sin. Be the fucking reason I burn in hell.” I barely pushed it into her body.

She came, soaking both me and Stitches, her body shaking violently beneath the pleasure.

“Fuck,” Stitches groaned, his release raining down on her pussy as he came with her.

I smiled, feeling more satisfied than I’d ever felt in my life.

I dropped the crucifix and jerked off on her trembling body, my come mixing with Stitches’s on her pussy.

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